During the first week of January 2018 I am beginning a walk across the United States. I’m starting in Santa Monica, California and ending with a belly flop in the Atlantic ocean – the exact finish location will be determined by the ordeal’s six-ish months of unknown variables. But if I had to predict it, I’d guess somewhere in New England. Maine, maybe. My why is simple. I’m walking from coast to coast because it’s a unique sort of challenge sure to be filled with daily adventures. And though such endeavors are always at the top of my to-do list,…